Here's the second chapter. I'm not quite sure about it, is it a good choice at the beginning? I'd love love love to hear your guys' thoughts on it!

As I wake up, I become aware of my arms that are stiffly locked around Harry. He's still sleeping, his head upon my chest. At first I can't remember what's happened. But then I do. Oh my fucking God.

How could I do something like this? How could I even THINK about doing something like this? I glance at Harry's scar that seems to be staring back at me. I replay the night in my mind. We didn't say much. But I said… I said I hated everything about him. But then I said I l…

I don't let my mind finish that sentence. I start to take my arms off his body, trying not to wake him so I can get away. I detach myself from him and he doesn't wake, much to my astonishment. I find my clothes scattered about the room. I get dressed quickly and leave the room not glancing back.

How the hell did this happen?

I make my way down to the Great Hall. When I sit down next to Crabbe and Goyle, Crabbe says, "Where were you last night?"

"Shove off, I can't remember," I snarl at him.

"How can you not remember?" Goyle says.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," I say grabbing some breakfast and putting it on my plate. They don't really care anyway where I've been and that's made clear when they go back to their conversation.

I hear a barn owl screech and I look up to take notice that the mail is arriving.

A letter drops in my eggs. It's from Father. I open it. It's blank. For a second I'm too dazed to remember my father had told me he would be enchanting the letters he wrote to me. I think the words that will unlock the letter. The Dark Lord Returns.

My father's perfect script fades in onto the parchment.

Draco,

We've got more. Massive breakout from Azkaban, Bellatrix among them. We just keep getting stronger, Draco. All those Mudbloods and blood-traitors won't stand a chance. We've got a bunch of half-breeds on our side now. Stay close to Severus, now, and keep an eye on Potter. We don't want him looking around for trouble; keep him weak!

I love you, my son.

Your Father.

The ink disappears just as soon as I've read it.

I can't believe I haven't thought about my father or the Dark Lord in days. It used to be I was always thinking about Him, fantasizing about the day I would become one of them when He returned. But now that He has returned…I don't know.

The Dark Lord never sleeps, he's always plotting his defeat of Potter.

Potter. The enemy. The boy the Dark Lord is destined to kill. I've always been fascinated by the Dark Lord's determination. Even when he was mostly dead, he was determined to come back and finish him.

Potter's caused horrible things for us. Years of suffering alone without the Dark Lord. My parents were in fear of getting caught for so long. They had wanted to tamper with my memories, change them so Aurors couldn't see the truth. When they tried I got sent to St. Mungos, my memories had contorted and twisted so much. We had an insider working there, until not long ago, and he was able to fix it. He still can't believe he ever got it right again. He said it was a miracle, but warned my parents not to try it again or my stay in St. Mungo's would not be temporary.

Potter. Can't he see all that he's caused? I hate him for that. I hate him for what my family's had to do, how we had to live. But now that the Dark Lord's back… We're gaining power. We'll finally win.

I am happy about this. I am. But I can't get this nagging second voice out of my head trying to contradict everything I'm thinking.

I slam my fists on the table in frustration. I glance up. Potter is entering the Great Hall. His face looks confused, hurt. He looks towards me and catches my eye for a second. I glare at him, and that scar.

I mouth at him, "Fuck you." And he turns his head away and sits down next to his friends. I should feel happy. Hating him always made me feel that way. But I'm not happy. And that makes me hate him all the more.